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Listen to No Kinda Dancer by Robert Earl Keen
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Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
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Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Composer

Lyrics

Robert Earl Keen/Lyle Lovett This old porch is a big ol' red and white Herford bull Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas He keeps on playin' hide and seek with that hot august sun Sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done Oh no, with those cows and a red top cane This old porch is a steamin' greasy plate of enchiladas With lots of cheese and onions ans a guacamole salad You can get them at the LaSalle Hotel in old downtown With ice tea and a waitress who will smile every time Oh yeah, I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill This old porch is a palace walk in on a main street in Texas It ain't never seen or heard the days of G's and R's and X's And that '62 poster that's almost faded down And a screen without a picture since Giant came to town Oh no, I like those junior mints and the red hots too, yes I do This old porch is like a weathered grey haired seventy years of Texas Who's doin' all he can not to give in to the city And he always takes my rent late so long as I run his cattle He picks me up at dinner time and I listen to him rattle He says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along There's never been no cane to grind and the cotton's all but gone You know this Chevrolet pickup truck, hell she was somethin' back in '60 But now there won't nobody listen to him 'cause they all think he's crazy This old porch is just a long time of waiting and forgetting Remembering the coming back and not crying about the leaving And remembering the falling down and the laughter of the curse of luck From all those son's of bitches who said we'd never get back up This old porch is a big old red and white Herford bull Standing under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce He keep's on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun He's sweating and a panting 'cause his work is never done I've know a whole lot of bulls in my time, and there work is never done.
Writer(s): Robert Earl Jr. Keen, Lyle Pearce Lovett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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